I am clumsy
The first time I tried to kiss a girl
Even before my life’s enmeshing
During a middle school game
My address of my teammate was more a lunge
And I slammed my head against a brick wall
I’m the guy who cannot manage simultaneously
The dustpan and the far end of the broom handle
Which collides with an object
And manifests its own angular momentum
Independent of my intentions
I’ve fallen off the stage on several occasions
And only once was there sufficient audience
To heave me back up again
And O woe when I drop the knife
I drop things
My hands are bad
Trigger finger
And some inexplicable portliness of the tendons
And the effect most of all
Damnable expression most of all
Of distraction
Of failure of concentration
The man incapable of multitasking
As for example dispensing a single pill
While dreading mortality
Or carrying the cat’s bowl of water
While resenting the latest Presidential outrage
I look ahead and charge ahead
Oblivious to the intervening objects
So I guess I have clumsily muddled two categories